The cityscape of anchorage is milder then some of the worlds cities, though not by much. Only the outskirts of the city are safe for most garou, providing a modicum of safety from human eyes. The rest of the city has altered the umbra drastically. Towering dark buildings coated in thick webbing abound. the sky at all times of day and night is a sooty orange filled with dark clouds. The streets are packed with dark shapeless masses that are the beginning umbral reflections of random city objects.

Spirits pack the city though few of them are wholesome. Twisted mishapen husks of former gaian spirits float aimlessly and sadly through the streets. Fat pulsing red lined banes of all different sorts feast on the weaker. Hordes of small plump spirits skitter in, around, and over everything.

The umbrascape of the city is a riddled with dark alley's, steaming manhole cover's and dangerous spirits.

This is not a safe haven for Gaias blessed warriors.